Margarita Terekhova in The Mirror (dir. Andrei Tarkovsky, 1975)

”Artistic creation, after all, is not subject to absolute laws, valid from age to age; since it is related to the more general aim of mastery of the world, it has an infinite number of facets, the link that connect man with his vital activity; and even if the path towards knowledge is unending, no step that takes man nearer to a full understanding of the meaning of his existence can be too small to count.” - Andrei Tarkovsky

❝ From my Hand the Autumn eats its Leaf: we are Friends.
We shell Time from Nuts and teach it to walk:
Time returns to the Shell.

In the mirror it’s Sunday,
in Dream there is sleep,
the Mouth speaks true.

My eye bends down to the Sex of my Loved One:
we gaze at each other,
we speak a Darkness between us,
we love each other as Poppy and Memory,
we sleep like Wine in the Mussel,
like the Sea in the Blood-Beam of Moons.

We stand entwined at the Window, they look up at us from the
Street:
it is Time, that they knew!
It is Time, that the Stone condescended to flower,
that Unrest’s Heart beat.
It is Time that it became, Time.

It is Time. ❞

— Paul Celan, Corona (via justanotherline)

hermione:

Adele Exarchopoulos photographed by Theodora Richter

❝ I’m very worried about the depiction of women on the screen. It’s gotten worse than ever and it’s related to their being either high- or low-class concubines, and the only question is when or where they will go to bed, with whom, and how many. There’s nothing to do with the dreams of women, or of woman as the dream, nothing to do with the quirky part of her, the wonder of her. ❞

— John Cassavetes (via bbook)

marypickfords:

Favorite FilmsPersona (1966)

You know what I thought when I saw your film that night? When I came home I saw myself in the mirror and thought: we’re alike. Don’t misunderstand me, you’re much prettier, but we are alike in a way. I think I could turn myself into you. If I made a real effort.

❝ My objective is to create my own world and these images which we create mean nothing more than the images which they are. We have forgotten how to relate emotionally to art: we treat it like editors, searching in it for that which the artist has supposedly hidden. It is actually much simpler than that, otherwise art would have no meaning. You have to be a child—incidentally children understand my pictures very well, and I haven’t met a serious critic who could stand knee-high to those children. We think that art demands special knowledge; we demand some higher meaning from an author, but the work must act directly on our hearts or it has no meaning at all. ❞

Andrei Tarkovsky, from “Against Interpretation: An interview with Andrei Tarkovsky,” Framework no. 14, 1981 (via sirilaf)

stevemccurrystudios:

This little girl lived in an orphanage in Kandahar, Afghanistan.  Her eyes, ringed with kohl, speak volumes about her short life.

stevemccurrystudios:

This little girl lived in an orphanage in Kandahar, Afghanistan.  
Her eyes, ringed with kohl, speak volumes about her short life.

fotojournalismus:

Nepalese Hindu women rest at the Pashupatinath temple during Teej festival celebrations in Katmandu on Sept. 8, 2013. During the festival, married Hindu women observe day-long fast and pray for their husbands and a happy married life while those unmarried pray for a good husband.
[Credit : Niranjan Shrestha/AP]

fotojournalismus:

Nepalese Hindu women rest at the Pashupatinath temple during Teej festival celebrations in Katmandu on Sept. 8, 2013. During the festival, married Hindu women observe day-long fast and pray for their husbands and a happy married life while those unmarried pray for a good husband.

[Credit : Niranjan Shrestha/AP]